The Satun Recipe

[Intro] (Sound of spatula tapping pot, mortar grinding spices) [Verse 1] Budgets shrink, fewer teachers remain, Students sparse, but our spirit won’t wane. This small college by the Andaman shore, Holds dreams too vast to ignore. [Pre-Chorus] Open ancestral books, wisdom we inherit, "Gaeng Toh Ma" simmers—life’s lesson in spirit. [Chorus] Spice paste is vision—pounded clear and true, Fresh fish are our students—dreams we hone anew. Tamarind’s tang, our local pride we share, Coconut milk—teachers’ care beyond compare. Administrators tend the flame with patient hands, This is Satun’s recipe: forging quality Thai hands. [Verse 2] Few in number, strong in unity’s call, Actions speak where words may fall. School, home, community, workshops in stride, Simmer this pot where futures reside. [Bridge] Too fierce a fire burns, too gentle—never done, Balance every step, like leading everyone. Listen, reason, walk as one, Simmer till skills are won—able, good, and strong. [Chorus] Spice paste is vision—pounded clear and true, Fresh fish are our students—dreams we hone anew. Tamarind’s tang, our local pride we share, Coconut milk—teachers’ care beyond compare. Administrators tend the flame with patient hands, This is Satun’s recipe: forging quality Thai hands. [Outro] (A gentle fade of folk instruments—flute, fiddle, and rhythmic percussion)